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Give a man a gun does it make him a soldier?
Give a woman a whip does it make her a Dominatrix?
I’ve got whips.
Whips, chains, paddles, floggers, riding crops, canes, ropes, pin wheels, pegs, chastity devices, padlocks, spreader bars, nipple clamps, cock rings & things to zap you.
Collars, cuffs, hand cuffs, leg cuffs, leads & hoods. And the list goes on & grows on.
I’ve got the attitude to use them.
I’ve got outfits.
PVC, latex, business, sports, uniforms, lingerie, dresses, leggings, girl next door & vamp you would never dare approach.
I’ve got the body to wear them.
I’ve got shoes & boots.
Trust me I’ve got shoes & boots; shoes & boots that will make you go weak at the knees.
And feet that will make you salivate.
I’ve got furniture.
A throne, a foot stool (for when I’m not using you), a St Andrews cross, a whipping bench, wrestling mats, a cage where you can curl up & thank your lucky stars.
And I’ve got a simple little eye bolt on the ceiling which I adore.
I’ve got premises.
Call it what you will. I call it my playroom. It’s just off Junction 8 of the M27.
I’ll tell you more when you need to know.
But the most powerful tool I possess.
The one that sets me apart from the charlatans & wannabes.
Sits right here in my head.
I always get what I aim for And your heart and soul is what I came for